Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
She shifted restlessly underneath of me, letting me know without words that she was just as in need as I was.
I moved, shoving my underwear down past my ass, and fisted my cock.
“I was scared,” I said as I ran the tip of my cock over her wet slit. “I haven’t had you long, but Jesus Christ. It’s long enough to realize that I’d be a mess if you were gone.”
She reached down and guided my cock to her entrance, then held my eyes as I slowly sank inside.
I pushed forward until I couldn’t go any further, then backed up and repeated the process. Over and over again until she was filled with me and I was buried to the hilt.
“I never realized how good this would feel,” she admitted. “And it’s amazing.”
I grinned and leaned down, being careful to keep my weight on my arms, and peppered her mouth with kisses.
“It only gets better,” I told her, rotating my hips. “When you have the right one, that is. I’ve never felt anything like this before, either.”
She ran her hands up the length of my arms, pausing lightly to squeeze my biceps, then moved until her legs were hooked over my arms.
“Take me, Derek,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to be careful right now. I want to feel.”
So I made her feel.
I made myself feel, too.
In and out I moved, faster and faster, until we were both being pushed over the edge.
All the while, all I could think about was how fucking amazing that it felt.
How right.
How… perfect.
Once our hearts had settled down, and our breathing returned to normal, I moved us around until she was lying on top of me.
Her head rested on the pillow beside my head, and I was still connected inside of her.
She didn’t seem to care, though.
And I sure the fuck didn’t.
“There are times when I know that I’ll remember the moment forever,” she said. “And this day is one of them.”
I had no doubt in my mind.
“But not because of what Rachel did,” she said. “Because you told me you loved me.”
I squeezed her to me a little tight, causing her to squeak in surprise.
“I do love you,” I said simply.
She leaned back and stared into my eyes.
“Even with me being younger than you and in high school?” she asked.
I pushed some of her hair back behind her ear.
“Even then.”
Chapter 19
Bubbles aren’t the only things I blow.
-Avery to Derek
Derek
“How’s Avery?” Ford asked as I parked the cruiser.
“Good,” I answered. “She went to school today, and only has to be there for about a half hour. Then she has a college final that she has to drive to the college campus to take. And then we’re meeting for lunch. Do you want to join us?”
Ford sighed. “I can’t. I’m meeting with Ashe to talk about Rachel. She has some thought that she can’t seem to work through. Something that’s there, yet she can’t quite put her finger on it. I told her I’d help her talk through it. See if I could jog the memory.”
I looked over at Ford.
“Tell her to join us for lunch. We can all discuss it,” I suggested.
Ford nodded. “I’ll tell her. She’ll go for it.”
His eyes went to the house where we would find Lindia Bales.
“What are you going to ask?”
I looked over to Ford who’d decided to make the trip over to Lindia Bales’ house with me.
“Honestly?” I said. “I don’t know. I was just going to play it by ear.”
Ford’s mouth quirked up at the corner.
“That sounds helpful,” he muttered.
I grinned and knocked on the door, frowning when I heard the piercing screams of an infant wailing somewhere in the house.
The screaming didn’t stop, and nobody answered the door.
I knocked again, this time much more loudly.
Still no answer. Still wailing infant screams.
I moved until I could see in the side window, frowning when I saw the baby in a swing in the corner of the room, and nobody coming to answer the door or the infant’s cries.
I knocked again, a weird sort of gut feeling overtaking me, urging me to go inside.
“Break it down,” Ford suggested.
“I can’t just break it down,” I said. “There’s…”
Ford broke it down.
“I’m pretty sure that I heard a woman scream for help,” he lied.
The door hit the wall behind it with a loud bang.
I walked immediately into the front room and picked up the screaming baby, feeling like I had practice now with my niece..
Ford walked through the kitchen, his eyes alert, and froze.
“Shit,” he said.
I curled the screaming girl to my chest and followed his path, halting just a few inches behind him.
“Well shit.”
I pulled out my phone and texted Avery that I wasn’t going to make it to lunch. Then I called my mother and asked for her help.
Ford placed his own calls, calling in backup as well as asking for a justice of the peace.